[Intro: Highlife Cato] Damn, I just walked out Neiman Marcus with a shopping card Can't afford it, you just leave it in the shopping cart I'm tryna put spikes on my feet so it ain't hurt to kick it Same bitch used to lean on me tryna kick it
[Hook: Highlife Cato] You a damn fool, you a damn fool Better play it cool, Broadstreet got the tool Better stay in school or end up on the news That nigga think he cool but he don't got the juice You a damn fool, you a damn fool Better play it cool, Broadstreet got the tool Better stay in school or end up on the news That nigga think he cool but he don't got the juice
[Verse 1: Highlife Cato] You'se a damn fool it's something in my juice It's something in my juice that got me saying fuck in twos That gas on me in booth, I gotta watch my moves A nigga play with game and leave him, he into it too Damn, I just walked out Neiman Marcus with a shopping card Can't afford it, you just leave it in the shopping cart I'm tryna put spikes on my feet so it ain't hurt to kick it Same bitch used to lean on me tryna kick it She say what's the lawyer fee, them bitches look expensive Fly (?) and a Roll' got everyone offended She wanna fuck me cause she heard that the dick tremendous I fucked that bitch and kicked her out just like I'm the (?) I been flipping since I learned to turn a one a to two I'm tryna turn my fucking Beamer to a Bentley coupe I'm tryna cap, mask down, catch (?) snooze In high school we was at your parties with that boom She don't want no bitch nigga cause the bitch ain't gay Whip clean, riding dirty on the interstate You buying (?) I'm just tryna buy some real estate No OG man, (?) and you get killed today
[Hook: Highlife Cato] You a damn fool, you a damn fool Better play it cool, Broadstreet got the tool Better stay in school or end up on the news That nigga think he cool but he don't got the juice You a damn fool, you a damn fool Better play it cool, Broadstreet got the tool Better stay in school or end up on the news That nigga think he cool but he don't got the juice
[Verse 2: Rico Nasty] Money is the mission Shoot you like Scottie Pippen I think your shoes untied because lil bitch you really tripping That lean is what I'm sipping I don't think that you listening Them hoes still hating on me, oh God you must be kidding, ya My bitches trap out the ounce Baby girl keep my name out your mouth Drugs coming in straight from the south While I'm getting money you sit on the couch Black and white bitches just like a Zebra You're (?) nigga a tinker I'm in the throw while you sit on the bleachers Twitter bitches sucking just like some (?) Raf Simmons, no I don't want Adidas Shooters shooting just like Trevor Ariza Pockets sloppy, that's just sauce on the pizza Selling drugs like that shit ain't illegal Hit you twice like a motherfucking sequel Baby girl, me and you are not illegal Wrist cold like a motherfucking freezer Bullets hot like a motherfucking feverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
